Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "Very good, Mr. Zhu, how much do you want to sell it for?"

Zhu Peng thought for a while, and then said: "Miss Zhou, you can give it to me, I... I... This is already considered ill-gotten gains."

Zhou Xiru sat down on a bamboo chair, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Mr. Zhu, do you live alone?"

Zhu Peng nodded and said, "My dad drank too much a few years ago, drove a battery car into someone's truck, and then..."

If he didn't say what happened next, Zhou Xiru and the others would know it too.

"Where's your mother?" Zhou Xiru asked puzzled.

"My father is an alcoholic, and my mother can't stand him..." Zhu Peng was quite embarrassed when he mentioned this matter. During the years when his mother left, the villagers often laughed at him.

His father also became more moody because of this, beating him when he was drinking.

"You have seven books, I can give you a slightly higher price, but you need to sign a non-disclosure agreement with me." Zhou Xiru said.

"Oh?" Zhu Peng asked, "What confidentiality agreement?"

"The price I gave you is higher than the one next door. I'm afraid they will trouble me later." Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "You can't tell the price."

"En!" Zhu Peng said, and couldn't help but look at Zhu Dazui.

Zhu Dazui smiled and said, "Although I'm called Dazui, I don't like talking nonsense, brother Dapeng, don't worry."

"I can give you 20." Zhou Xiru said directly, "You have properly protected these seven books."

Hearing that there were 20, Zhu Peng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Really? That's great..."

Zhou Xiru had already taken out the contract and filled in the relevant items. Zhu Peng was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and said: "Miss Zhou, this... You gave me such a high price, do you still have any profit? Or, we Also at the price of Old Uncle Zhu's house?"

Zhou Xiru's hand holding the pen paused. Earlier, her family was wealthy, and her mother just said, let her be kind to others.

In the past three years, she has been wandering and wandering, she has seen all the white eyes of the world, and suffered all the bullying. There are good people in this world... It's not that there are no, but those who do good can't help but bow their heads to money in the end.

It was the first time she had seen someone lower the price on his own initiative, especially - this person was really not a rich man.

"I still have such a little money." Zhou Xiru put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Do you know what these old books are?"

Zhu Peng nodded slightly, and said, "I like to read a casual book when I have nothing to do. This should be the handwritten copy of A Dream of Red Mansions."

"Then do you know that Zhi Yanzhai's re-evaluated copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" is not easy to put in the antique market." Zhou Xiru said in a low voice.

"I know, this can't be a re-evaluation version!" Zhu Peng laughed, "This scribe should not be well-known, but his handwriting is very good."

"The Qing dynasty manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions", no matter whose copy it is, has great research value, especially for lovers of red studies." Zhou Xiru smiled softly, "Mr. Zhu, I am a red fan. When I was very young, I liked to watch the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions", even if I couldn't understand it, but I only watched clothes and jewelry characters, and I was very satisfied."

Zhu Peng clapped his hands and said, "Ah...Miss Zhou, it turns out that you like "A Dream of Red Mansions". I also recited some poems in the Red Mansion."

Speaking of this, the smile on his face gradually faded. Even if he has read "Dream of Red Mansions" by heart and can recite many poems, what's the use? Can he exchange them for money?

For many people, this is just idle books.

"So, that's why you picked them up?" Zhou Xiru asked.

Zhu Peng nodded and said, "When I was in school, the teacher once said that "Dream of Red Mansions" is one of the four great classics in our country. How can it be reduced to being thrown on the garbage dump?"

Zhou Xiru handed him the contract and said, "Sign it, and give me your fingerprint."

Zhou Xiru felt very happy with the deal with Zhu Peng. As expected, they are all people who like "Dream of Red Mansions". In the words of the old man last time, they are people who have read sage books after all.

Zhou Xiru transferred the money directly to the bank, and after Zhu Peng received the money, he smiled and said, "Miss Zhou, will you write a book and comment on "Fengyue Baojian" in the future?"

"Eh?" Zhou Xiru was stunned for a moment, suspicious in his heart, it's hard to say, he actually knew?

"I learned to draw, and writing is not my specialty. Besides, I haven't read it yet!" Zhou Xiru said vaguely.

Zhu Peng nodded and said, "No matter what, "Treasure of Wind and Moon" should not be buried in such a place. It is an epic existence. Miss Zhou, I hope you treat it well!"

Originally, Zhou Xiru had already stood up and was about to leave. After hearing his words, she sat down on the bamboo chair again, tapped the small table with paint colors that could no longer be distinguished, and said slowly: "Mr. Zhu, we Renegotiate the price?"

"Since you know its origin, you also know its market price, let's talk again?" Zhou Xiru said, "I feel—I can't miss it on your side."

Zhu Peng shook his head and said, "I don't know much about antiques, and I don't know how much those books from Zhiyanzhai are worth now. In my mind, it's not about money..."

"Ah Ru, what do you mean?" Xu Zhili interjected and asked.

"It means—this Mr. Zhu knows the origin of these old books." Zhou Xiru said with a wry smile, "After he picked it up from the trash can, he did a simple repair. We don't have such things, so we just We can negotiate the price according to the market price.”

"Aren't these old books the manuscript copies of A Dream of Red Mansions?" Xu Zhixuan asked curiously, "Since they are not re-evaluated editions by Zhiyanzhai, the price is naturally limited."

"This is not a handwritten copy!" Zhu Peng glanced at Xu Zhipeng and said in a low voice, "I'm not sure, but it is very likely that this is the handwritten copy of Old Master Cao, which is the draft of "Dream of Red Mansions"!"

Xu Zhige was stunned for a while, then he pulled Zhou Xiru for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Ah Ru, what I'm thinking right now—is that what I mean?"

This sentence was really nonsensical, but Zhou Xiru understood, she smiled and said: "What you think in your heart is that this is not a manuscript, this is a draft."

Xu Zhijie is not a researcher of red studies, nor is he a fan of red studies, but he knows that if this is Cao Xueqin's draft and not some unknown manuscript, this thing, even a piece of paper, is worth a thousand gold .

"Mr. Zhu, I'll transfer you another 200 million." While Zhou Xiru was speaking, he held his mobile phone again and transferred the money to the bank.

"No need! Miss Zhou, really no need!" Zhu Peng sighed, "I just want to find a good owner for them... If this thing falls into my hands, it will eventually be buried."